tell me, baby, tell me

are you still on the stoop

watching the windows close?

i've not seen you lately

on the street by the beach

or places we used to go



i've a picture of you

on our favorite day

by the seaside

there's a bird stealing bread

that i brought

out from under my nose



tell me, baby, tell me

does his company make

light of a rainy day?

how i've missed you lately

and the way we would speak

and all that we wouldn't say



do his hands in your hair

feel a lot like a thing

you believe in

or a bit like a bird

stealing bread out from under your nose?



tell me, baby, tell me

do you carry the words

around like a key or change?

i've been thinking lately

of a night on the stoop

and all that we wouldn't say



if i see you again

on the street by the beach

in the evening

will you fly like a bird

stealing bread out from under my nose?